How boundless is pain
It roars
Through the veins of life
Each dawn
When a passionate heart
Is freed
From its throbbing
Night
Casts its black veil
Over the day
The paper star of fortune
Covers its face
In shame
And the canary’s gaze
Stares fixed
At the ceiling of its cage
How unmarked pain
Flares
In the prison of loneliness
Each evening
When the repetition of broken heart’s tales
Lulls sleep
Into weary eyes
And releases the tired body
From the struggle of time
What an eternal belief
That relentless pain
Sooner or later
Finds its cure
Even if
The storm of ruin
Mocks the glorious passion of love
What a romantic belief
That life
Never dies
Arsalan – Tehran
September 28, 2020
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